December 10th, 2017



Wal-Mart had dragonfruit, cheap, so I bought one. It's the kind with white pulp inside.  This one is slightly sweet toward the center.

I keep trying to pin down why I like these things when they don't taste like much.  They have a few useful nutrients listed, but nothing out of the ordinary.  One possibility is they're a good source of trace nutrients that people don't track.  Another is that it may have more life energy, which people definitely do not track.

But I was thinking, tonight, about the flavor -- it's kind of like cucumber where it's not sweet, and a bit like honeydew where it has more flavor.  So I thought, maybe over time, people will breed these to get sweeter, like they have other crops.  (Or not, because now they don't breed for flavor, but for durability.)  That reminded me of how melons started out.  The archaic watermelon was a bitter little bulb the size of a walnut, with tiny seeds, mostly of interest because it was in fact very wet inside.  So I'm eating this and remembering what melons tasted like a while after domestication, before they got really good -- about fist-sized, like this, bland enough to be agreeable, but every once in a while with a trace of sweetness.  And eating those, I would think, someday these things are going to be amazing.  Now they're the size of basketballs, or bigger, and quite sweet, and all different kinds.  I eat dragonfruit, and remember once-melons, and imagine someday-dragonfruit.  Maybe that's part of why I like them too.

Part of existential intelligence is never being satisfied with the fact of a feeling, but always wanting to know why  it is so.  This question that I roll in my mouth like fruit, trying to crack open valence like small dark seeds.  Normal people, it seems, do not do these things, but that seems very boring to me.  My sense of wonder is curious as a cat.

Today's Adventures

Starting the day off on a high note, Trevor and Sammie were visiting, and Sammie decided to make French toast for breakfast.  The recipe she invented uses pretzel bread and eggnog.  *drool, slobber*

We went up to visit my parents.  This was our belated Thanksgiving.  So we had a smoked turkey, of which I brought home not only the core of the carcass to make stock of tomorrow, but so much of the leg and wing bones that it filled another bag to freeze for a second batch later.  \o/  Very tasty turkey.  We also had noodles, green bean casserole, a lemon-ginger jello mold, the pear-ginger cobbler, and other items. 

We got to try two of Trevor's artisan sodas: Verbal (lime and mint) and Golden Rule (lemon, ginger, and turmeric).  They are awesome.  See, this is the kind of thing I'm talking about when I say that T-America has nonalcoholic celebratory beverages that leave most alcoholic drinks in the dust.  I have, on occasion, had homemade sodas before -- my parents' hippie friends, street fairs, SCA, etc. plus of course the epic draft root beer served at Brixx.  But these recipes are top-drawer stuff.  <3

Then on the way home, Doug spotted a new store in Champaign, Enchantment Alley.  They've only been there six weeks, but they are doing well already.  This thrill me because they're a broad-spectrum stuff store for like-minded supplies.  Major sections include fantasy, science fiction, and Pagan.  Upstairs is a gorgeous event space -- tables and chairs, a couple of couches, a breakout table, a separate breakroom, and a bathroom.  I couldn't design a better space if I tried.  :D  They're looking for folks to teach Pagan classes, so we're going to discuss that.  And it pays.  I also managed to do some holiday shopping for Doug there.  It's like a little slice of Terramagne.

All in all, a splendid day.